Operation Raimi
A spark, the lights of a city, powered by the sparks of a series of coils around a solid piece of magnet. The turning and hum of the generator the constant and unending sound as the force that pushes the power through the lines. All sources are told, and ends are equal, all qualities meet....
Through some less likely fates, and less solid stories are different scales of the world written. The fact of the matter was, there was no fact of the matter when it came to dragons and dragonesses, two of the most either volatile or involuntary reactions the worlds could have. This certain cross was no different, the only clash of interests here was who was going to be on top.
Its started off with a faint glow off into the distance, what looked to be a holding cage with lightening rods attached to it. Faint, distant, and the creature, if at the time you would call her that, was rather out of it, due to chemicals, tiredness, or whatever else. For hanging from the harness was a yellow dragoness with a variety of pin stripes marking her to be of an electrical breed. Her body of current, her will of energy, but just like man could harness energy, a certain red dragon had harnessed Raimi, the electrical dragoness. Had he not done all he had done to her, here and now, he might be a bit more burnt that he was.
She sat in the cage, head lower than the rest of her body, the rods on the top of the cage in the middle of the god forsaken desert were used to catch lightening, and to in fact channel it into the cables running through the length of the cage. Where these wires were placed was something of a well thought out plan executed with the strictest of measures. On her inner thighs were lower gauges of wire, higher in current, and much more capable to keep the flow going so to say. On her sex lips was a spread of wire in a pad almost like a mouse pad, if the mouse pad could evenly spread out 20,000 volts that is. Along her spine was a series of spreads that ran the circular area of her body, going over all the sensitive touch points, along with linking into a bunch of various sized vibrators, the two largest being under her breasts. Her maw was just about the only place free of the wiring, and though it was free, it was still stuffed with a ball gag. From the corner of her mouth could be seen the slight drooling of her maw, through the effects of the shocks up on her body and her self she could reliably be seen as rather worn at the moment.
As the storm starts to stir again, with its dark peaks far into the heavens, a thunderous boom passes the area, causing both a shiver to pass up her spine from the cold wind rushing over her nearly bare body, to the knowledge that she was about to get round two of something extremely rare for her. Warth, being the devious dragon he is, didn't attack head on, and didn't attack her with his own will, or the will of those directly under him. No, he had to make it first, that she couldn't even prevent mother nature from bending the dragoness over and showing her the glory hole.
The lightening arches from the clouds in a bolt of light that extends both from the ground to the heavens. It connects and the dragoness jerks in the stimulation, the brief but strong stimulation rolls over her body with no remorse. Passing through her with a swiftness impossible to match with a blade, the brief but eternal moment is over. Only to be repeated multiply within seconds, the strikes land upon the rods with a lack of mercy for her, the shocks inside of her sex the most driving through the need of conductivity. Her body charged with a sexual energy as well as with a lust for more, through not being able to affect her own release.
He walks up, casual, cold, and steadily. Watching her jerks, hearing her pants, moans, muffled pleas for release. And he smiles, for in his keep is a set of rubber gloves and boots. He smiles darkly as he makes his way over to her, pulling open the door to the cage, his gloved hand thickly gloved enough to the point that can't feel the bars, so he watches, takes his time and keeps his pace. He runs his fingers down her body as she jerks, feeling him touch her, then feeling the energy touch her back. The dragon's maw curls into a grin as he runs his fingers over her splashing sex, only to have it thrust towards his grip. He smirks rubs on her sex softly, teasing her, dragging his hand over her puffy and needy mound, then slapping her sex, making her feel the sharp sting of a hit with the tight and shocking pull of the electricity.
He raises a hand, watching her, eyes half glazed, she stares at the glove without comprehension until its to the point where he is starting. She squirms feeling not a finger, but a fist lined up with her tight and splashing sex. He grins, pushing the first into her sex, watching her juices squirt out, the smell of ozone filling the air as his hand sinks into her cunt with a wet slurp. The sound refreshing to him as just as refreshing it is to her sex, the pleasure washing over her like a hot rain as she feels the fist spreading open her tight and holding sex. Then the shock, another bolt of lightening strikes the cage, the flow runs through her, clamping her down on his intruding arm, making her scream out through the gag in orgasm as it rips through her with the force of balled plasma.
He runs his fingers on her sensitive walls, the dumb and unfeeling digits perfect to push her over the edge again as he lets his hand remain deep inside of her. A soft and gentle scowl comes over his maw as he leans close to her, sparks dancing from her very nipples to arch over his chest as she grounds to him. The long grin of his maw becoming a harsh scowl as he looks her in the eye. Both receiving a thankful glaze of pleasure, and a hateful watch of someone beaten. A deep moan passing through her throat though as he pulls his fist out of her, the juices splattering over the floor and steaming from the shocks.
He drops the bars, letting her rest on the floor, then he takes the lack of mercy to another level, his foot raises up as he watches her squirm upon the floor, afraid of his touch for fear of what he will do, and for if its too good. He steps on her tail first, stopping her slow flee, then he brings the tip of his boot up to her tight pucker, watching the dragoness, he grabs the cables connected directly to her nipples to the biggest lightening rods of the cage. He watches as the volts of the sky smash into the rods, sending tremendous current into her breasts, shocking her with the force. Warth smirks, watching the dominant dragoness reduced to being used as a toy. He keeps her tail pinned with his foot as he then starts to push his thick boot tip to her ass, clean as it was he starts to growl as he pushes harder to force his foot into her tight rear. A smile passes over his lips as she spreads her legs for it, taking more of the boot into that tight rump of hers.
He stands her, facing her away from him he starts to run his fingers over her hips, the storm gone, but the boot no longer on his foot, but halfway inside of her rear. He chains her to the wall with the blush spread like a fire over her muzzle. Snapping a few photos of her defeat. A grin slides over his maw as he makes her spread her sex out, always keeping the boot inside of her rear, a constant reminder of being beaten.
He walks closer, pressing softly to her, and then gripping the back of her head to force her down onto her knees, his member being stroked next to her head to allow him to slide his cock against her face repeatedly. The smell of his hot and thick dragon hood runs through her as she is cum onto, coated like a cheap whore in his thick dragon cum.